The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175: Those Who Obstruct My Path Have Already Chosen Their Death!

"However, the dangers of the Soul Star are unknown, and I need not commit my entire soul to it," Chu Xuan pondered. "Perhaps I should sever a portion of my spiritual sense and send it to the Soul Star. In this way, I can explore the Soul Star while continuing my cultivation."

A light bulb went off in Chu Xuan's mind. This was a viable solution. Yet, this solution brought with it a cascade of new challenges: how to sever part of his soul and, once on the Soul Star, how to capture the vengeful spirits and ghosts.

"I do have a secret technique for severing the soul!"

Chu Xuan suddenly recalled that after slaying Cao Zijin, a genius from the Heaven Burning Sect, he had found a treasure trove of techniques and scrolls in his storage bag. At the time, he had set them aside as they were of little use to him.

Now, revisiting these treasures, he indeed found a suitable method.

The "Soul Division Technique"! This technique, essential for puppeteering, allowed a cultivator to divide their soul, a skill almost all puppeteers used to multitask and control their puppets.

As for a method to bind vengeful spirits and ghosts with the soul, he found none. He wondered if the soul techniques on the Soul Star might offer similar capabilities.

"First, I will cultivate the Soul Division Technique. Just mastering the first level should allow me to sever a strand of my soul. If it's just to assess the dangers of the Soul Star, that should suffice."

Chu Xuan then settled down to diligently cultivate the Soul Division Technique. Having previously condensed the Nether Soul Core, his spiritual soul was exceptionally strong, making his cultivation of the Soul Division Technique even more effective.

Within just a month by Blue Star's reckoning, he had cultivated the Soul Division Technique to the first level. That very day, he severed a strand of his soul. Subsequently, he activated the soul teleportation matrix of the Psionic Cube using five small spiritual stones.

Chu Xuan took another look at the Psionic Cube. Since Ma Nanshan's departure for the Soul Star, there had been a long silence, a stark contrast to his previous verbosity.

Chu Xuan had his suspicions but still wished to see for himself what lay on the other side.

"Let's see what this Soul Star is really like," Chu Xuan muttered as he cast the severed strand of his soul into the matrix.

Buzz!

In an instant, the world spun wildly. His senses were bombarded by bizarre and chaotic visions. When his vision cleared, he found himself standing under a night sky. Looking around, the landscape was desolate and dark, hardly a place fit for human habitation.

On closer inspection, the sky was not dark. It was actually teeming with writhing, wailing vengeful spirits and ghosts! Their numbers were so vast that they blotted out the sky, which had led Chu Xuan to believe he was under a night sky.

"So many?!" Chu Xuan was momentarily speechless. His Myriad Souls Banner, merely a high-grade magic tool, would struggle to contain such an enormous number of vengeful spirits and ghosts.

Just then, Chu Xuan felt a sudden headache. A vision of a shattered, blood-red mirror piece flashed through his mind.

"The Blood Mirror fragment!"

Chu Xuan exclaimed, both shocked and elated.

"Another fool has come," a voice sounded from behind him.

Before Chu Xuan could turn around, a massive hand grasped at him. In an instant, it crushed the strand of his soul and tossed it into a gaping mouth, chewing casually.

"Mmm... this soul is weak but delicious..." That was the last thing Chu Xuan heard before intense pain overtook him.

Hisss...

Rubbing his temples, Chu Xuan noted the connection with that strand of his soul had been severed.

"It seems my suspicions were correct," he mused. "That was no invitation from the Hall of Rectitude, but a trap. A dreadful trap designed to lure the strongest beings from other planets to offer up their souls!"

Chu Xuan shook his head. Poor Ma Nanshan from Pegasus Star, he thought, probably already dead. His soul likely now served as sustenance for a more formidable being.

Three more years passed on Blue Star. The number of Yin Thunder Seeds in Chu Xuan's spiritual sea had reached ten thousand. He suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with a chilling resolve. _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}